Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

So with Ethan's guidance and Hermione's help in potion knowledge, the relationship between Harry and Snape was not very good, but it was not bad either. Often during class, Snape looked disgusted with Harry's actions, but he still gave him honest advice over and over again.

So what’s so cute about a tsundere man?

At least these two enemies didn't become like in the original book where they would find fault and deduct points whenever they met. This is one of the few good things Ethan has done since he came to this world.

Snape stared at Harry, pulled the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction, and walked away from Harry. Before leaving, he glanced at the dazzling array of exotic breakfasts on the table with a look of disgust, saying "What the hell is this?"

Chapter 147 Aren’t We Companions?

"Are you scared, Harry?"

"It's okay, just a little nervous." Harry held his Nimbus 2000 in his hand, taking deep breaths, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

"It looks like you have a good mentality." Wood raised his eyebrows, "At least better than when I played for the first time."

"Your first competition? What happened?"

"I can't remember clearly." Wood blinked. "I was knocked unconscious by a Bludger within two minutes of coming on the court. I lay in the school hospital for a week."

"..." Harry swallowed.

Thank you, Senior Wood, for your comfort. The child is already starting to get scared.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the first Quidditch game of this school year at Hogwarts. I am Lee Jordan, the commentator of this game. Today's game is an old rivalry, Gryffindor versus Slytherin."

"Before the game begins, let me introduce to you the new seekers of the two teams, Harry Potter from the Gryffindor team, and Terence Higgins from the Slytherin team. This will be their first match in a formal match. Although Potter from the Gryffindor team is only a first-year student, Professor McGonagall made an exception and recruited him to the Gryffindor team as a seeker because of his superb talent. As for whether he can perform well enough to make the professor break the routine, let us wait and see."

"But to be honest, in my opinion, Higgins is not as good as the previous Seeker of the Slytherin team, especially in terms of temperament and appearance..."

"Jordan--" Professor McGonagall, who was closely monitoring Lee Jordan, couldn't help but remind him.

"I'm sorry, Professor. Okay, now both teams are in their positions. Madam Hooch, the referee for this match, is entering the arena and the match is about to begin."

"Listen, I want everyone to play the game fairly and honestly." Madam Hooch looked around at the 14 Quidditch players gathered around her and said, while glancing at Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, without leaving a trace.

After saying that, Madam Hooch kicked the wooden box on the ground away, and two black Bludgers quickly flew high into the sky. Then a walnut-sized Golden Snitch also slowly rose into the air, flapping its silver wings and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Madam Hooch bent down, picked up the Quaffle from the wooden box, threw it high into the air, and then blew the silver whistle in her mouth hard.

"The Quaffle is thrown, and the game is officially started. Well, Angelina Johnson, the Chaser of the Gryffindor team, is the first to grab the Quaffle. What a great Chaser that girl is! And she is also very charming..."

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor."

On the stands, Ethan and his friends were watching the game closely with binoculars. The banner made by Seamus and Neville was suspended in the air behind them by Ethan, and Hermione had cast a spell on the paint on it, making it glow with colorful lights.

"Where's Harry? Why can't I see him?"

Hagrid was searching for Harry with his incredibly large telescope.

"High in the southeast corner, he's still looking for the Golden Snitch." Ethan held up a slender monocular telescope and looked at a small black dot in the sky above the stadium. That was Harry.

"But Ethan, I didn't expect you didn't join the school team to play in the competition. You're such a good flyer." Ron held up the telescope and watched his two brothers hit the Bludger at the back of the Slytherin player's head again. He couldn't help but gasp.

During the flying lesson, although Ethan's style was normal at the beginning, he was only able to fly a little faster than them, but later his flying postures on the broomstick gradually became strange, such as holding the handle with one hand, sitting sideways, standing on one leg on the broom, jumping off the broom, turning 360 degrees in the air and landing steadily on the broom.

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"I'm not that interested in Quidditch, so I don't have that idea. And if I join the college team, I won't have the time to participate in training. Can you please give me a chance?"

At the edge of the court, a streak of golden light passed in front of Harry in the sky. That was the Golden Snitch. Harry was excited and swooped down with his broom in his hand, chasing the streak of golden light. Higgins flew behind him from another direction, and he had obviously seen it too. The two of them almost ran side by side towards the Golden Snitch.

"Okay, the Golden Snitch has appeared. Player Porter is leading the way and following the Golden Snitch closely, and Player Higgins is right behind. It seems that the two have equal vision. Next, it's time for a competition of flying skills between the two."

"Joseph Cole, the Beater of the Slytherin team, hit the Bludger hard at the Potter. It was a despicable tactic, but it was effective. If the Gryffindor team wanted to ensure the safety of the Seeker, they would have to let their Beater return to defend. However, this would lose the spatial suppression they had previously exerted on the Slytherin Chaser, and the advantage they had gained would no longer exist."

"What? The Gryffindor team actually ignored the Bludger that was flying towards their team's Seeker? Wait a minute, what are you doing? Isn't Player Potter your teammate? Why are you just standing there and doing nothing? Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"

"It was a close call. The Bludger brushed past Player Potter's scalp and almost hit him. It must have hurt a lot. Merlin's beard. The Bludger that Player Potter dodged hit Player Higgins' face right next to him. The Bludger that Player Cole hit hit his own man! Well done! It was a perfect hit!"

"Higgins regrouped and caught up again. It seems that he is not seriously injured. Oh, what a pity! Why didn't his nose be broken?"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall growled.

"Just kidding, Professor."

"Contestant Kerr hit the rebounding Bludger at Contestant Porter again. It seems that he wants to make up for his previous mistake. Let's see how Contestant Porter will respond."

"Potter still didn't react. What are you doing, Potter? Merlin's beard! The Bludger flew past Potter's ear again. It brushed past Potter's ear twice in a row. Potter is so lucky!"

"No, that was not a coincidence! You may not have seen clearly what happened just now due to your limited vision. Let me explain it to you. When the Bludger was about to hit Potter's face, Potter turned his face to the side with a very small amplitude and dodged the Bludger with the smallest movement! Well done, Potter! You are worthy of being the talent that Professor McGonagall made an exception to recruit!"

"I see. It's not that Gryffindor has given up on Potter, but that Potter can easily dodge the Bludger's attack by himself and doesn't need their help at all. Gryffindor can devote all the remaining manpower to a head-on confrontation with Slytherin. Is this also part of your calculations, Captain Wood?"

Chapter 148 Beating up my teammates

"As you can see, this is the 114th time that Potter has dodged the Bludger's attack. His operation is steady and cool, and there is no need for others to worry about him. On the other side of the field, the other players of the Gryffindor team formed a Delta formation and took back control of the Quaffle from the Slytherin team. Very good, another beautiful goal. Gryffindor team gets another ten points!"

Lee Jordan at the commentary desk weakly mentioned Harry's match situation, and then shifted the topic to the other players who were facing off against the Slytherin team.

Harry's operation was so stable that there was nothing worth explaining. It was also rather monotonous, just dodging the Bludger's attacks again and again.

If you see this kind of amazing operation for the first time, you might be amazed and impressed, but once you see it more often, you will get used to this kind of mental stimulation and it will not produce any special feeling.

Harry: Basic, no.

Harry felt the strange sound in the whistling wind beside his ears, and retracted his left arm slightly, once again dodging the Bludger that was flying straight towards him. The corners of his mouth curled up in a confident arc.

The Bludger flew even slower than the boomerang that Ethan threw at him. He didn't even need to pay attention to observe the position of the Bludger. Even with his eyes closed, he could easily dodge it by just listening to the sound and determining its position.

All we can say is that Ethan's special training paid off in unexpected areas.

Harry's admiration for Ethan increased a little more. He leaned forward a little and sped up towards the Golden Snitch not far ahead.

As for Higgins, who was chasing the Snitch beside him… Because he could dodge the Bludger so easily, the unlucky guy next to him had to deal with the Bludger frequently. While constantly adjusting his position to dodge the Bludger, Higgins was already far behind him.

Here is a brief mention, after the Bludger's speed is reset to zero, it will automatically track the Quidditch player closest to it. The place where Harry and his team were chasing the Golden Snitch was too far away from the other players, so every time Harry and his team dodged the Bludger, the Bludger would fly back and continue to flirt with the two Seekers. Harry was fearless, but Higgins...

I can only thank the Slytherin team for the assist.

The Golden Snitch was right in front of him. Harry stretched his hand forward with all his strength. He was just a little bit away from grabbing the Golden Snitch in his hand and ending the game.

But those who have read the original novel know that if nothing unexpected happens at this time, then it means that an accident is going to happen.

The Snitch suddenly turned and fell, and Harry quickly controlled his Nimbus 2000 to dive towards the ground following the Snitch. But at this moment, something incredible happened.

Harry suddenly lost control of the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, and the mahogany broomstick shook violently, almost throwing him off. He could only hold the broom tightly and try his best to stabilize the flight trajectory, but because all his strength was put on stabilizing the broom, the speed of the flight was greatly reduced.

"What's wrong with Harry? Why did the speed suddenly slow down to such a level? It's as if his broom is no longer under his control..." Hagrid muttered, watching carefully through the telescope.

"It's not as if...his broom is really out of control!" Ethan gasped.

What was supposed to happen has happened. Should we say that this is the end of the world line?

"I should have guessed it," Hermione exclaimed, holding the telescope, "It's Snape, he's hexing Harry's broom!"

"Snape, why? He has no reason to do this. Wasn't he cheering Harry on this morning?" Ron followed Hermione and turned the telescope towards the faculty stand opposite. Snape was sitting in the middle of the crowd, staring at Harry and muttering silently.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? That's because Snape thought Harry was just a first-year and no match for the Slytherin team. But you see, the Slytherin team's seeker is no match for Harry, so Snape started to do bad things to Harry by all means." Hermione said with certainty.

Ethan twitched his lips when he heard this and silently shed a few sad tears for Snape.

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"I can't see it." Ethan held up the telescope and began to persuade him, "Look up, Quirrell's mouth is not honest either."

Quirrell was sitting in the seat to the upper right of Snape. Although he covered his mouth with a large scarf, it was still obvious that the muscles around his mouth were moving constantly.

"It couldn't have been Quirrell." Hermione followed Ethan's instructions and looked at Quirrell, and made a judgment in an instant.

"Why?" Ethan raised his eyebrows.

Congratulations to contestant Hermione for being the first to eliminate a correct answer.

"Quirrell is so weak, how could he possibly cast such powerful dark magic? Only a guy like Snape who is quite proficient in dark magic could do something of this level." Hermione argued.

Ethan almost stumbled and fell off the stands after hearing this.

Professor Snape, I really tried my best, but I can't lead the team in this game. My teammates are helpless!

Above the pitch, Harry's broom began to twist wildly again, throwing Harry off. He could only hold on to the broom handle with one hand, hanging in the air.

Although Ethan was willing to help Snape to read the counter-curse to Harry, he didn't know what kind of evil curse Quirrell was reading. If he rashly read the wrong counter-curse, it would only make Harry's situation worse.

"TNND!" Ethan stuffed the telescope into Ron's arms, "I'm going to make some noise over at the faculty stand. No matter who does it, as long as I can divert their attention from Harry and prevent them from continuing to cast the spell!"

"No, I'll go." Hermione stopped Ethan. "You're too big. It will be easier for me to squeeze through the crowd. You stay here to watch Harry. If anything happens to him, you'll be needed to save him."

"You two stop arguing," Ron stared blankly at the action on the court through a telescope, "it's too late."

The broom was circling in the low sky, carrying Harry up and down, and seeing the Snitch getting farther and farther away from him, and Higgins behind him about to pass him, Harry gritted his teeth, loosened his grip on the broom, and fell rapidly under the action of gravity.

Chapter 149: Blend into the Blue Sky (Updated)

Harry quickly adjusted his position in the air and stretched out his hand to try to reach the Golden Snitch that was constantly running left and right.

He felt something cold enter his mouth - the size of a walnut, perfectly round, it was the Golden Snitch!

But he didn't have time to take the Golden Snitch out of his mouth, as he would have a close contact with the grass on the ground in less than a second.

Harry's mind suddenly flashed back like a reel of what Ethan had taught them during a training session.

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"Receive?"

"That's right, the receiving position." Ethan stretched his body. "I'll teach you this extra thing today."

The so-called "receiving the body" is a self-protection technique used in fighting to reduce the impact force on oneself. When fighting is at a disadvantage, it can make the body bear the force reasonably, reduce the damage to the joints, and regain control of the body as soon as possible.

To put it simply, when you are attacked and lose your balance and are about to fall to the ground, you use inertia to adjust your posture, and rely on rolling and a series of other movements to allow as much body area as possible to contact the ground in turn, so as to reduce the impact on a single point of the body, avoid getting injured on sharp protrusions or overly hard ground, and also allow you to quickly adjust your body posture.

Besides, although wizards don't face many scenes that require close combat, they are also hit by various spells all day long. If Harry and his friends can learn this skill earlier, it may produce some miraculous effects in wizard duels.

If your stiffness is shorter than others, you might be able to perform the next move first, right?

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just to make it less painful when you get beaten?" Ron scratched his head and complained.

"That's right, it's like when you jump from a two-story building, the damage you suffer when you land on your head is different from the damage you suffer when you land on your legs." Ethan glanced at Ron and answered while holding back a laugh.

Ron, who had just stuck his head into the grass a few days ago, rolled his eyes and looked away.

If it weren't for you, I might never have had the chance to experience what it feels like to stick my head in the ground.

"But isn't this too passive?" Harry scratched his head. "Why don't you just teach us some powerful moves so that we can defeat the opponent before he makes a move? Wouldn't that be easier?"

"That's right, Harry. The best defense is offense. Having this idea shows that you have improved your understanding." Ethan nodded approvingly, "But things may not always develop as you wish. You must be prepared for the worst. I teach you this just for insurance. The first thing on the battlefield is always survival. The next step is to think about how to defeat the enemy."

“I understand the principle, but how do I learn this?”

"Oh, it's very simple. I'll demonstrate the basic movements first. Then I'll throw you to the ground one by one, and you just use the techniques I teach you to roll away." Ethan rubbed his hands, eager to try. "Don't worry, when you first practice, you will start with your body lower to the ground. Even if you are not skilled, you won't get hurt too much when you fall. Later on, you can gradually raise your body to practice."

"If the training is effective, you shouldn't be too hurt even if you accidentally fall from two or three stories high. Of course, it will still hurt. The body can only reduce the damage you suffer, not completely protect you. But it's better than breaking several bones, right?"

-

Harry took a deep breath, and according to the technique Ethan taught him, he stretched his legs downward, quickly bent his knees when his feet touched the ground, and rolled several times on the ground with inertia, and collapsed to the ground.

His legs were numb and painful, that was for sure, but it wasn't enough to make him wail, so it seemed like he had no broken bones.

Harry took the Snitch out of his mouth, held it high up, and shouted, "I caught the Snitch!"

Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle again in the air: "The game is over, Gryffindor wins!"

The red and white striped Gryffindor stands gave a deafening cheer, and the audience stood up and applauded. Lee Jordan was so excited that he shouted from the commentary booth: "Potter caught the Golden Snitch and got 150 points! Gryffindor won the game - oops, Higgins was hit on the back of the head by the Bludger again and fell off the broom. I hope he is okay."

The Weasley twins closest to Harry landed next to him and helped him up. George handed the Nimbus 2000 to him. As soon as Harry let go of it, the broom became quiet and hovered in the air motionlessly until George grabbed it.

"Well done, Harry." Fred winked at Harry. "You know what? We were all ready to give up the game to save you."

"But you kept us from getting the limelight," George added.

"Anyway, we won. Well done, Harry." Ethan patted Harry's shoulder from behind and threw him high into the air with the crowd of spectators.

"But was it really okay for me to do that just now? Wasn't it considered a foul?" Harry asked after falling down again.

"Look for yourself." Ethan lifted Harry onto his shoulders and pointed in another direction of the court.

"That doesn't count! He didn't even catch the Snitch—he caught it in his mouth and nearly swallowed it!" Flint protested desperately as he walked alongside Madam Hooch. "And he jumped off his broomstick to get the Snitch!"

"But what Mr. Potter did did not violate any of the seven hundred rules of the tournament, Mr. Flint. So his act of obtaining the Snitch was valid, and Slytherin lost," Madam Hooch said slowly.